[1st verse - wale]

Chopper the don with it, I wrote lyrics

They ain't grossing a million, liquid don't form an opinion

I'm sort of a genius, nothing short of a legend

Sort of tommy lasorda

The way I'm sorting these pitchers

Pitchers whatever, fuck it my speech is off

We can trip until wherever, only heaven is far

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sittin with mobs

Only fear is mediocrity

Every time I got a beat I feel like I don't gotta sleep

You keep praying on your break, I hope you got a sling

Shot for all them shots coming out them beaks

Sort of like socrates in a prada tee

You can't kick it, your pockets thinner than soccer tees

People fuckin' with me, they ain't fuckin with you

Lyrically sup hmm being generous too

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

Made some moves, now I'm known to spit december in june

Rented a coupe "cool" met me a chick

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

If you gon do what you gon do, go handle your biz

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

For real, you real then you don't need to say it

It's something to be great, it's nothing to be famous..

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So fuck fame, fuck money

Fuck everything anyone can take from me

It ain't hard to make money

We young niggas, we just tryna be legendary

[2nd verse - wale]

Zoning my 2nd bottle, focused still on tomorrow

'so what thoughts' keep me anxious, moet gon' keep me calmer

Poetry keep her honest, these readings stevie could draw up

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author

I don't hear no talking, we just hear them barking

And you know you run shit when they pay you good for walk-ins

Failure is not an option, success is just a process

Say "yes" one time they use you, say "no" one time they plotting

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

End some friendships with homies, made some haters with albums

Limitations for cowards, this is shay mixed with malcolm

This is anti mark mcguire it takes patience for power

Zoning my 6 -rillo legendaries forever

Roll a nigga that lala that's how I play the -mello

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

And I know my haters want to make my heart beat acapella

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

Cause I hella copped em so I could be way flyer than all them

I aspire for awesome and require some flossing

Only way they gon listen, find it highly unfortunate

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Tryna see if I get my critics as silent as auctions

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and I caught her

Don't always fuck me good, I'm just too cheap to divorce her

[Hook]